“...And we put 12 after the equal sign. Okay, can anyone solve for X?”

Ms. Tulner turned to look at her class. An aged raccoon, she had been at this school for years, a 6th grade teacher long enough to know when students knew the answer, and when they had no clue what was going on. By the look of most the students’ faces it seemed to be the latter, but a little cat sitting in the front row was waving his paw in the air furiously, saying “Ooh! Ooh!”

“Yes, Jacob?” Ms. Tulner said, almost with a sigh.

The little orange cat stood up. “10,” he said.

“Correct,” the teacher raccoon said, turning back to the smart board. “So if X + 2 = 12, X needs to be 10...”

Jacob sat back down, his feline face beaming with pride.

Aaron sat in the middle of the class with students on his every side, the little coyote half-asleep. He blinked his eyes hard, trying to wake himself up. Carefully, he slipped a paw in to the slot of his desk, and pulled out his phone. He tried his best to make it look like he was reading his mathematics book when he really typing on the touchscreen.

Bored he texted his brother.

A half-minute later he got a response. let me guess, math? Markus texted.

Yeah. I dont know why you like this stuff Aaron texted. It was true. To the little coyote’s astonishment, Math was Markus’s favorite subject.

don’t know how you’re so good at art was Markus’s response. Aaron loved to draw. It got to the point where their fridge at home literally had no more space to sport Aaron’s drawings. It was his third favorite activity, right after swimming.

Math = zzzzzzzz Aaron texted. He did a quick glance around the classroom. Ms. Tulner was typing something on the smart board, the little horse to his right was picking his nose, and to his left... Lilly, his new polar bear friend who was looking at him. She noticed he was on his phone, and made a “be careful” look with her face, darting her eyes toward the teacher.

Aaron peaked down at his brother’s message. don’t worry little bro, we’ll have fun after I pick you up ;p

Aaron felt a flutter in his chest as he was typing in his response, B===D~~ o:

“Aaron!” Ms. Tulner yelled. The little coyote’s head jerked up, and he almost dropped his phone to the ground. “Maybe you can tell everyone the answer?” the teacher raccoon asked.

“Ummmm...” Aaron couldn’t see any problem up on the smart board as he turned off his phone’s screen under the desk.

“Not paying attention then?” The old raccoon walked down the student isle. “Is that because you’re on your phone?”

Aaron swallowed. He was caught, no point in trying to hide it now. “Yes,” he said, putting his phone in his teacher’s outstretched paw. He just hoped the she wouldn’t read his messages. The rest of the students in the class now had their eyes on Aaron and went “Ooooooooooo!” That is, except for Lilly, who had a now had a “I told you so” look on her face.

The old raccoon took the phone and put it in her pocket to Aaron’s relief. “You can pick it up at the office after school,” she said, her long striped tail almost hitting the horse student in the face as she turned back to the front of the classroom.

Aaron groaned. It was only 10:30, and he already had his phone taken away. How could he make it through the school day staying awake now? He sunk into his seat, the movement bringing a tinge of pain to his butt. Of course, he knew why he was so tired that day. He thought about the night before and blushed a little. Usually his older brother didn’t go for that long on a weekday.

The rest of the day was uneventful, Aaron trading his egg salad sandwich for a banana at lunch, the students having to give a presentation on anthro anatomy in science class, a lamb student crying during recess because she forgot her favorite jacket at home. Finally, the last bell rang and the students went running out the school’s gate, Aaron and his rabbit friend by his side. After Aaron picked up his cell phone, they talked in front of the school’s flag pole until they saw his brother pull up in his gray sedan. Not a cool vehicle to be seen in by any means, but neither of the coyote brothers seemed to care.

Both Aaron and his friend got in the back and buckled their belts, his older brother Markus in the driver’s seat.

“Hi, Markus,” Easton said at the same time as Aaron said, “Hi, Marky.”

“Hey guys,” Markus said, and drove out of the elementary school parking lot. He slurped at a soft drink while steering. “You want some french fries?” he said with the straw still in his mouth.

“Sure!” Aaron said, leaning forward to grab a fast-food bag in the passenger’s seat. He knew he smelled something. The two kids munched on the fries in the back while Markus drove. Aaron found out just recently that Easton lived on their route home, and Markus thought it would be a nice gesture to offer him a carpool. Not that he really cared about the little rabbit, but he knew that he was considered “one of the cool kids,” and letting Easton and Aaron hang out like this made his little brother happy, so it made him happy.

The two were talking about their day and their peers, Markus listening to his stereo when he couldn’t help but eavesdrop onto their conversation.

“That cat Jacob thinks he’s so smart,” Easton said.

“Well, he kinda is,” Aaron said, shaking the few remaining french fries into his mouth.

“Yeah, well, he doesn’t have to always act like it. He can be such a fag sometimes.”

“Haha, yeah,” Aaron agreed.

At first Markus wasn’t sure he heard correctly, but he knew he wasn’t mistaken when Easton dropped the word “faggot” twice after that. Each time Easton called another student a faggot, Aaron casually agreed. Fifteen minutes later they arrived at Easton’s gate. They dropped the bunny off, and Aaron shouted “Bye!” as the two coyotes headed off toward their own house.

Aaron was sitting in silence, staring out the window. Winter was almost over and the trees and plants were just starting to bud, but it was still cold enough to require a jacket or coat. Markus cleared his throat and adjusted his beanie.

“So do you think you and Easton are friends now?” Markus asked.

“I dunno,” Aaron said, his big gold eyes moving left to right as he stared at trees passing by out the window.

“Do... you know what fag means?” Markus asked.

“Um. No.” Aaron said. “Like, stupid, right?”

“No, no. It’s a bad word against gay people.” From the rearview mirror, Markus could see his little brother looking at him, the little cub resting his head in his arms as he leaned against the car door.

“Oh,” Aaron said. “But why do you care?”

“Hmmm?”

“I mean, no one knows you’re gay, right? So why do you care?”

“I haven’t told anyone I’m gay, but it’s still...” Markus felt frustration as he couldn’t put what he was thinking into words.

“You never asked to date that one guy?” Aaron asked. He was referring to a bull that Markus knew, Hector Diaz. Hector was a soccer star and sat next to Markus in math class. The two weren’t great friends, but they were friendly acquaintances. And Markus had a secret crush on him. He never told anyone these things except his little brother.

“No, I’m sure he’s not gay,” Markus said. Other than with Aaron of course, Markus had yet to have sex with another guy.

“Okay,” Aaron said. It was a year since they first started experimenting with one another, and they knew each other better than anyone else in the world. Aaron could tell his brother hated being in the closet, and sometimes wished he would just come out already. “I won’t say it anymore,” Aaron said. “That word.”

Markus glanced at his brother again in the rearview mirror. The two rode in silence for the next few minutes until Markus made a turn that Aaron knew wasn’t the way home.

“Uh, Marky? Where are you going?” Aaron said, his voice a bit shaky as the car bumped along an unkept dirt road.

“You’ll see,” Markus said. Aaron kept his eyes out the window, eventually growing wide as he realized where they were.

“Ah!” he yipped. After several minutes they were in a clearing of a heavily wooded area, the sedan surrounded by trees with just a dash of green on their branches. “We’re at the tree!”

Markus parked in the small clearing, right in front of a large oak tree. Aaron hopped excitedly out of the car, zipping up his little red hoodie as he stepped into the cold, overcast day. He sprinted to the tree some feet away, his sneakers snapping leaves and sticks on the ground, and ran his paws along the bark. “It’s gotta be here somewhere,” he was saying eagerly. Markus leaned against the hood of his car, watching his brother. Finally, Aaron found what he was looking for. “Look!”

Markus humored him and took a look. It was a bit faded, but Markus couldn’t forget in a hundred years what was on that tree trunk. He and his brother used to come into these woods all the time years ago. Every time they reached that spot, a 20 minute trek from their house, the two of them would take a knife to the oak bark and carve a picture on the trunk. Aaron made a whole family of “tree people,” a diagram of little trees that lived inside a bigger tree. For how young Aaron was at the time, it was a very detailed, intricate picture.

Aaron was running a finger claw through the line scars when Markus placed his paw on his brother’s. Markus held Aaron’s hand gently against the tree. Aaron felt how cold the tree bark was against his palm, his brother’s large warm hand resting on the top of his own paw. A moment of silence hung between them, and even through his little hoodie could feel his brother’s body warmth radiating against his back. Finally, Markus spoke.

“Remember a month ago when you got stung by a bee, and we discovered you were allergic?” Markus said.

“Yeah,” Aaron said. How could he forget? He always has his EpiPen with him now.

“You started to go into shock and mom and I had to take you to the hospital. The doctor gave you medicine and said you were gonna be alright. But I still cried. I mean, mom cried too, but I cried. Even when we took you home later I couldn’t sleep that night because I just couldn’t stop crying. The thought of losing you made me go crazy.”

Markus took his hand off his brother’s and kneeled down, and Aaron looked at him. Markus’s eyes were really wet. Seeing other people sad always made the little coyote also cry for some reason.

Markus continued, feeling a lump tugging at his throat. “I don’t know what I could do if I ever lost you, Aaron. Please don’t ever scare me like that again.”

Aaron couldn’t find his voice. He was afraid if he was would say anything he might break into tears. So, he simply nodded his big head and said, “Mmmm-hmmm.”

A beat, then the two coyotes brought their lips together, both of them slowly turning their snouts and going in, closing their eyes when they finally made contact. Markus always went into Aaron’s mouth first, brushing his longer tongue around the edge of the teeth, rubbing against the roof of the mouth. Markus could taste the salty french fries that the little coyote had just eaten, while Aaron picked up on his big brother’s cola drink. The two twirled tongues, Markus making sure not to overpower his brother, letting Aaron prod into his muzzle just as much as the older coyote went into his sibling’s. Aaron always seemed to lose his breath whenever they made out, so every few seconds Markus would open the corner of his lips, letting Aaron take a couple pants. His little brother’s sweet breath filled Markus’s nostrils, while what Aaron smelled was musky, slightly bitter, and for some reason smoky. Finally the two unlocked lips and opened their eyes, both a little watery from the strong emotions.

“Let’s have sex,” Aaron said. Markus loved it. He never said “fuck” or “bang,” only that first word the older coyote taught him—“sex.”

The two walked back to the car, each getting in the opposite door to the back seat. They would both remove an article of clothing, starting with shoes and jackets, then make out for a few seconds, repeating the pattern with another piece of clothing. Finally, Aaron was left in his long white socks, and Markus wearing his dark gray beanie and black tank-top. His body warm with passion, Markus leaned over his brother and almost entirely enveloped the little pup’s muzzle. Markus stuck his tongue far, far into Aaron’s mouth, deeper than he’s ever been before, almost dabbing at the back of Aaron’s throat. If it was a year earlier, Aaron might have felt the uncontrollable urge to cough, but after all their shenanigans his gag reflex had become quite dulled.

Aaron had his back on the carseat, Markus dominating above him, using a hand behind the little coyote’s head to press himself further into his little brother’s muzzle. Markus’s lips were tightly locked around his brother’s, his tongue massaging Aaron’s tonsils. Meanwhile, Markus’s other paw was rubbing Aaron’s privates with an open hand, his palm kneading the ballsack and hardening pink cock. Aaron was crosseyed from overwhelming pleasure, his own hands brushing Markus’s shoulders. The pup was breathless—literally—and was wondering if he was going to pass out when Markus finally withdrew his tongue and opened his lips. He didn’t pull his snout back though, as he worked his tongue along Aaron’s face, down the fuzzy cheek and chin, reaching his neck. Markus was on fire, his brother’s addicting sweet scent and taste fulling his desire.

With one hand still massaging Aaron’s now hard cock, Markus stuck two fingers into Aaron’s mouth. Aaron’s face was sticky with saliva, whether his own or his brother’s, the little coyote couldn’t tell or care. Markus was gently kissing Aaron’s neck, biting a delicate nip here and there, taking in deep whiffs of Aaron’s gray-tan fur. Aaron lightly tongued at Markus’s two digits, his brother’s left middle and ring finger, on his back with his pink penis sticking straight up against Markus’s left paw.

One leg on each side of Aaron, Markus sat up, having to bend his neck as to not hit the car ceiling. From this angle Markus looked so big and powerful, a skinny coyote, but passionately domineering whenever they had sex. Their hot private parts were pressed against one another’s, both their scrotums a little tight from the chill in the car. Markus reached downward, underneath the driver’s seat, and pulled out a small bottle.

“You, gah, keep that stuff everywhere,” Aaron said between pants, Markus’s wet fingers now on his brother’s chest.

Markus uncapped the bottle and poured a copious amount, more than usual, onto his right paw. The little coyote was sure his big brother was going lift up his waist and penetrate him, but Markus applied the lube not only to his cock, but to Aaron’s as well, easily holding both members in one of his paws. Aaron inhaled sharply at the cold lube, but his dick was quickly warmed by the contact of his brother’s cock and paw. Markus began stroking the cocks fast, pressing them close together, not missing a centimeter to lube, Aaron’s penile skin a pink color, his own a dark tan. From the gliding friction of the lube and and their frotting cocks, both of them felt a climax rising.

Markus brought his other paw, covered with Aaron’s spit, behind himself. He began fingering his own tail hole, difficult at first with how tight his pucker was, but using his brother’s saliva as lubricant. He pressed in, getting his asshole loose and wet, stroking at their combined cocks with the other hand. Aaron’s legs were twitching and he was making high-pitched noises, and Markus knew his brother was already close. Suddenly Markus stopped stroking, but kept his other paw fingering at his backside.

“I want you to fuck me,” Markus told his brother.

“Yes,” Aaron said. Aaron had wondered what his brother felt every time they had anal sex, but he never had any burning desire to fuck Markus. But, at that moment, he could tell Markus wanted it, and it did sound like a pretty good way to finish, his little member buried inside his big brother... Suddenly Aaron felt very excited.

Lifting his body higher, Markus had to crane his neck almost painfully downward to avoid hitting the ceiling. With a paw behind himself on Aaron’s dick, and another in front stroking his own, Markus lowered himself onto his brother. Deep down, both of them were worried for a second, but their fears vanished when Aaron’s thin lubed cock easily slipped inside Markus. The bigger coyote sat all the way down on his brother, and Aaron gasped, both from being in Markus’s ass and all the weight that was just placed on his pelvis. But the weight lightened as Markus rose on his knees, being sure as to not bounce up too high to let Aaron’s dick fall out. Markus undulated his pelvis up and down, easily sinking the cock balls deep into his hole.

Now, the pleasure was so much that the little coyote’s limbs had a mind of their own. Aaron was small, that was for sure, but his big brother was also so tight that the hole firmly wrapped around his skinny dick. Markus rode his brother, his cock slapping against the little coyote’s chest fur with every bounce, hitting his own tank top he was still wearing. It didn’t feel like anything they had done so far, and Aaron knew he was about to explode. Aaron shouted something incomprehensible, and felt his balls pull up as they started delivering his seed into his cock. An orgasm hit him like a truck, so hard he was almost blinded, and his hard little dick flinched as it squirted cum into Markus’s rectum. In a state of utter bliss, all that filled Aaron’s vision was his brother above bouncing up and down on him.

Feeling small spurts of semen build inside his innards, Markus knew it was time for him to cum as well. He was hunched over his brother, his cock hovering just below the level of Aaron’s nipples, his hand and cock still lubed and slippery. He pawed it furiously, gripping it almost painfully tight, but knowing that it was his own manhood he didn’t have to be gentle. The head of his penis was almost purple, the veins around the shaft bulging.

Aaron heard the frantic schlicking noise and, still in the daze of his orgasm, looked up. He saw his brother’s cock not too far away, precum almost pouring out the tip. He knew what was about to happen and what he needed to do. He opened his muzzle wide and, after learning from experience, closed his eyes, waiting with his tongue out.

“Aaron...” was all Markus could whisper as his furious strokes finally induced ejaculation. His dick was more than a foot away from Aaron’s open maw, but the first shot of cum was so powerful it sailed right into the back of the little coyote’s throat, hitting his uvula. Aaron controlled the urge to cough or swallow, and kept his mouth agape and tongue out to catch more of his brother’s jizz. Markus’s cock throbbed hard, as well as his tail hole, the ring pulsating tight around Aaron’s dick. Aaron’s waning orgasm almost returned when he felt his little cock gripped like that, and he tried his best in his state of utter pleasure to continue eating his brother’s cum.

With only a few warm dribbling spurts hitting his belly button, Aaron knew it was safe to open his eyes. His brother was milking the last of his cum and orgasm, the air rich with musk, sweaty steam gathered on the cool car windows. They both had their tongues out, Markus from pleasure, Aaron from catching his brother’s seed. In the sensitive afterglow, Markus went down on his brother’s maw again, placing their mouths together once more. They swapped spit and Markus’s cum, using their tongues to snowball it back and forth between their lips. Finally, Markus took the cum in his muzzle, and brought his face out from Aaron’s to swallow it.

Still in that position with Aaron inside him, he licked his little brother clean of his own cum. It tasted nowhere as good as Aaron’s, and he almost felt guilty his brother had to swallow some nearly every time they had sex. Carefully he removed his pelvis off from Aaron’s, clenching to try and keep the little bit of cum inside his ass and not spill it on his car seats.

The little naked cub still lied in that position, resting as Markus did his best to clean up. A good amount got in Aaron’s mouth and on his fur, but the remaining cum would leave noticeable spots on his cloth interior if he didn’t clean it. So he put his clothes back on, his tank top dank with sex sweat underneath, and used moist wipes to clean around the backseats. The inside of the car had built up a lot of heat during their passion, but the air outside was still cold. So Markus placed his puffy coat over his resting brother, who was still wearing nothing but his socks.

Markus opened the car door and stepped into the cool air, his Chucks crunching on the leaves. He pulled a pack of cigarettes out his pocket and placed one of the white sticks in the corner of his mouth. Then, with a paw to protect it from the breeze, he light the end of the cigarette with his red lighter, taking the first puff. He let the smoke fill his lungs and the nicotine enter his bloodstream as the held the inhale, the smoke exiting from his snout on the exhale. He went for another puff when he heard his brother speak.

“Y’know that’s bad for you.” Aaron was lying on the carseat with his socked paws sticking out from under his brother’s big coat, his eyes on Markus through the open door. 

With the cigarette on his lips, having yet to take the second puff, Markus pulled it out and held it between his thumb and forefinger. Casting a glance at the big oak tree, he crushed the cigarette out against the hood of his gray car. Though without his jacket, his body felt perfectly warm despite the chill in the air.